As I pond-
er the stream
Of life, I brook
Our oceans
Lost, our rivers
Unexplored, estuaries
Untravelled, tributaries
Unseen; our courses
Diverged, our ways
Parted like the Red Sea,
We drifted on the tides
Like ships caught on waves
Carried on torrid floods,
Riding the cascading torrents
Over strange uncharted waters,
And yet if our paths ever flow
To meet in some channel
On a distant shore,
Expect no tears,
No weeping,
I won't cry
You a river